From where he tended to his butterflies, Yi Sang had a bird's eye view of the souls that gathered below. However, there was one particular entity that stood out from all others: a living person.

Why were you in purgatory, a place where only souls lingered? The odd person stumbled their way into his realm every now and then, disoriented and confused -- but as you sifted your way through the masses of souls, you seemed anything but.

Yi Sang silently observed you, and it grew increasingly clear to him that you were here for a purpose. Maybe you were trying to find something important here -- or, he suspected, someone.

For a moment, he was tempted to just watch you from afar. However, he had half a mind to nip this in the bud while he could; and before you knew it, he approached you.

"A living being such as yourself blends in as well as spilt ink," Yi Sang remarked solemnly, his presence looming over you. "What is your reason for being here?"